Bowl

(Found here)

as the dog

eats his meal from the bowl
something in the life observing him
wonders what it means
to be here watching him
wonders what it would be like
to exist
and not self-examine all the time
like an obsessive scientist of oneself
what it would be like to run
through the fields without a plough
constantly tilling
every fold of the heart
what it would be like to lick
the bowl
and trust –

~Adriana Lisboa (translated by Alison Entrekin)